Title: My Treat
Rating: PG-13 [language, oblique mention of drugs & drinking, sexual situations]
Characters: Summer and Adele Dylan, James Page Jr., Cameron Crowe, Stacy & Brad Hamilton, Linda Barrett

Author's Note: This series is based on Cameron Crowe's Fast Times at Ridgemont High. Using both the book and movie as guides, I hope to provide a glimpse into what could have happened, especially in relation to Midnight Shift. Completely canon with the epic and WILL contain spoilers.

Summary: It's Halloween, 1979.  Cameron and Summer are going to experience a teenage Halloween...


October 29, 1979
San Diego, California

Sitting on the floor in the Summer’s living room, Cameron stacked blocks with Jamie.  The little boy giggled and knocked them over promptly.  With a smile, Cameron once more reached for the blocks, intending to build another small structure.  As Summer entered the room with a sippy cup, Jamie abandoned playing with his godfather and crawled over to her.

She handed him the juice cup before sitting on the sofa, “So are we going to go?”

“Go where?” Cameron looked up from his block building.

“To the Halloween party.”

“What Halloween party?”

“Brad’s.”

“Oh.”

“Are we going to go?”

He sat up fully and started to dump the blocks into their plastic storage bin, “We don’t have costumes.”

“I have the one I was going to wear when I take Jamie trick-or-treating,” she pointed out. “And it’s not like the party is tonight.  We have a day or two to find you something.”

“Don’t you want to—”

“We should go to the party, Cam,” she declared, accepting the sippy cup when Jamie offered it up to her before crawling back to Cameron. “You want to know everything about high school, so we should go to the party.”

“We’ve been to parties though.”

“We haven’t been to a costume party.”

“You don’t even like costumes,” he countered.

“Maybe it’s different in a party atmosphere,” she countered.

His brown eyes stared at her for a moment, “Are you sure about this?”

“It could be fun, Cam,” Summer said. “In the very least, it could be good for your book.”

He sighed, “Okay, fine.  We’ll go to Brad’s party.”

She quickly jumped off the couch and flung her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek dramatically, “I’m so excited!”

Cameron smirked, “I hope it’s worth it…”

“Oh it will be.  It will be.”



Standing in front of the mirror in her bathroom, Summer touched up her eye makeup before checking the curls in her hair.  Finding a missed strand, she sighed and reached for her curling iron.  After checking to make certain it was still hot, she quickly wrapped the missed strand around the barrel and held it.  Releasing the hair a moment later, she smiled as the curl bounced into place with the others.

After unplugging her iron and tucking its cord out of Jamie’s reach, she stored her makeup and headed out of the bathroom.  She dodged a rolling ball before stopping in her room to slip her heels on.  With a quick spray of her perfume as she heard Cameron greet her son in the living room, Summer smiled.

“Thanks, big guy,” Cameron smiled down at the toddler dressed up as a wolf, “but you better keep all your candy.”

The boy continued waving the candy up at his godfather.

“Okay, okay.  Thanks,” he smiled and accepted the piece of candy.

As Summer stepped into the living room, her heels clicking on the hardwood floors, Cameron looked up from the toddler.  His mouth dropped open slightly and the piece of candy fell from his fingers.  The little boy instantly picked up the candy and held it back up to Cameron, who ignored the tot as his gaze was focused on his best friend.

“Summer…”

She flashed him a ruby red smile, “Hi.”

“You look amazing,” he muttered, quickly looking over her Red Riding Hood costume.

“Thanks,” she held his gaze. “What are… what are you supposed to be?”

“An old-time director?” he responded softly.

“…I don’t get it.”

Adele spoke up, “He has that clacker thing.”

Summer’s blue eyes flicked to her mother and followed her pointing finger, “I see.”

Cameron frowned, “No one is going to get it.”

She stepped closer to him and snatched the wolf ears from Jamie’s head, “Then we can make you into a wolf.”

His eyes held hers as she pulled the stretchy hat onto his head, “Summer…”

She touched his nose quickly, “I’ll paint a nose on you and we’ll be good to go.”

Leaving for the party five minutes later, with a hastily drawn nose in eyeliner and a pocket full of candy as Jamie kept handing it to him, Cameron escorted Summer out to his car.  Without thinking about it, he opened the passenger door for her, hesitating as she stopped before getting in.  Summer quickly winked at him and pretended to kiss his cheek, though her glossy red lips did not touch his skin, before ducking into the car.

When they arrived and Brad and Stacie’s house a few minutes later, Cameron remained in the car after turning it off.  Noticing he did not even reach for the door handle, Summer stayed where she was as well.  Her eyes followed his up to the house, trying to understand his hesitation.

“Summer, now that we’re a couple —”

“And have been for like three weeks, Cam,” she interrupted.

His eyes left the house and settled on her, “Yes, right.  Anyways, they’re going to expect us to—”

“Dave,” she interjected again, “we will be fine.  Let’s go to the party.”

Within moments of entering the party, the pair was separated.  The girls swept Summer into the kitchen where they prepared another bowl of punch while the guys convinced Cameron to join them in the other room where the table tennis was set up.  An hour passed with their friends before they reunited, sitting on the floor across from each other.  A single empty Coke bottle rested on the floor between them.

Cameron knew exactly what was going to happen and only hoped it would work out perfectly for him and Summer.  He was not playing the game with anyone else.

All eyes focused on Linda while she explained the rules, “So you spin the bottle.  And whoever it lands on, you go into Stacie’s room for seven minutes—”

“Ew, no,” Stacie interrupted. “We are not using my room for that.”

“None of the closets are cleared out enough,” Linda retorted. “And Brad’s room smells.”

“I still don’t like i—”

“Lighten up, Stace,” Brad interrupted.

“Anyways,” Linda returned to her rule declaration, “you go into Stacie’s room for seven uninterrupted minutes alone.  And you can do anything your partner is willing to do.”

A few of the guys smirked while elbowing each other.  Summer’s eyes met Cameron’s and instantly read his concerns.  She smiled brightly at him, trying to silently chase away his fears.  There was no doubt in her mind she would refuse to go into the room with anyone but him, damn the rules.  He might be too nice to fight it if his spin ended on another girl, so she mentally prepared to interject if that were the case as well.

Thirty minutes passed with four rounds of Heaven played before Linda nudged Summer towards the bottle, “Your turn, Katrin.”

Cameron spoke up, “You don’t have to play, you know.”

Summer rolled her eyes, “It’ll be fine, Dave.”

Reaching for the bottle, her eyes locked with his and she winked.  With lots of experience spinning bottles around Led Zeppelin during parties, Summer’s fingers rested lightly on widest part of the Coke bottle.  Not looking away from Cameron, she spun the bottle.  The glass scraped and wobbled on the tiled floor before slowing down.

“No way,” Linda muttered.

Cameron broke eye contact to glance down at the bottle.  He smiled slightly in relief before holding his hand out to his faux-girlfriend.  Summer’s blue eyes darted down from his eyes to the bottle.  Flashing him a quick smile, she slipped her hand in his and let him pull her to her feet.  With a giggle, she pulled him towards Stacie’s room.

Stepping into the overly girly bedroom, Summer turned to Cameron before he closed the door and threw her arms around his neck.  She giggled before kissing him as he lightly kicked the door so it would close.  He released her once no one could still see them, but her arms remained firmly around him.

“How did you do that?” he asked softly.

“I’ve been spinning bottles for awhile now.  Coke bottles are a bit harder than Jack Daniels bottles to get to land where you want, but it seems it worked out for us,” she declared.

“What if it hadn’t landed on me?”

Summer quickly kissed him again, “Then I would have protested that I can’t spend seven minutes anywhere with anyone but my boyfriend.”

“But—”

She interrupted him by pressing her red lips to his again.  As she held the kiss, Cameron began to relax and his arms circled her once more.  With a smile, her lips left his and kissed his neck.  He groaned softly as she suckled and nipped gently, leaving a red spot in the center of a faint lipstick smear.  With a giggle, Summer pulled away and headed over to Stacie’s bed, plopping unceremoniously down on it.  Cameron remained with his back to her for a moment, taking a deep breath to regain stability.

“So,” he rubbed the back of his neck as he turned to face her, “what do you want to do for our time in heaven?”

Summer leaned back on her elbows, her eyes remaining on his, “Well…”

Cameron blinked, saying nothing.

She parted her legs slightly, causing her full skirt to pull taut, “You know, if we leave here and don’t look like we’ve fooled around, everyone is going to start questioning us.”

His gaze focused on the hem of her skirt pulled over her kneecaps, “But we’ve kissed.  And your lipstick…”

“Come closer,” she instructed.

Cameron took a couple of steps closer.  Rolling her eyes, Summer sat back up.  Saying nothing, she grabbed his belt and tugged him closer to her.  His eyes widened as he looked down at her, certain her fingers were about to wrap around his belt clasp.   Her blue eyes focused on his, trying to see if he was okay with her intentions or not.

As her index finger slipped under the black leather of the belt, the door burst open, “Time’s up!”

“Linda!” Summer snapped as Cameron jumped away from her.

The brunette grinned at her, “Time’s up, Katrin.”

“But—”

“Nope.  Time’s up,” she repeated. “You two don’t get any more time.  I don’t care what you were about to do.  Time’s up.”

Rolling her eyes, Summer stood up, “We weren’t about to do anything.”

“Uh huh,” she glanced at Cameron. “Then how come Dave won’t look at me?”

“Because you interrupted our conversation!”

Linda snorted, “Conversation.”

Summer quickly grasped Cameron’s hand, “Come on, Dave.  We’re out for the rest of the game anyways.”

Pulling him past Linda, Summer continued through the rest of the party, taking the path through the best lights in the room.  She knew, without a doubt, everyone saw how her lipstick was smeared all over her mouth and onto his skin.  That alone said more than her declaring she and Cameron made out would.

Stopping in the kitchen, aware others were present but not caring, Summer turned around and quickly kissed Cameron before he could say anything.  He flushed red again though his arms loosely looped around her waist.  After another quick kiss, Summer pulled away and moved towards the punch bowl.  Stopping short of serving them up a glass, she instead turned and filled the punch glasses with water from the tap.  Handing one to Cameron, hoping that by giving him something to focus on he could regain his composure, Summer dipped a napkin in hers.

With other partygoers casually passing them by, Summer carefully wiped the lipstick from Cameron’s face and neck before fixing her own, “How late are you planning to stay tonight?”

“Uh…” his dark brown eyes met hers. “However long you want to.”

She briefly glanced at the clock on the wall, “It’s basically midnight.”

“Yeah…”

“We should go,” she tossed the paper towel in the trash.

“If you want…”

“Are you okay?” she turned to face him again.

“Yeah…”

Summer stepped back over to him, “Bullshit.”

“I…”

She softly kissed him, “Let’s go where we can talk about this freely.”

Nodding, he slipped his hand into hers and followed her from the kitchen.  Summer retrieved her basket which functioned as her purse, said goodbye to their friends, and led him towards the door.  Brad attempted to the stop them, with promises of dumping soap in the hot tub shortly, but with a sweet smile, Summer turned down the offer and continued out of the house.  She slipped Cameron’s keys from his hand and slipped behind the wheel instead.  

He did not protest, but let her take control while he tried to rein in his emotions.  Knowing it was all just pretend made everything worse.  He tried to pass it off on hormones, as getting caught up in the moment, but… the more he thought about it, the less Cameron was willing to let it just be that.  In actuality, he wanted it to be just that, because she was engaged to Jimmy Page and the mother of his son.  Yet when he stole glances of her, even shrouded by the darkness of night, her features highlighted by the streetlamps, Cameron could not help but think she was the most beautiful woman in the world.  When she kissed him… and touched him… everything seemed so right, but he knew it was so wrong. He was so conflicted.

Parking in her driveway on the opposite side of the garage as her mother’s car, Summer turned off the car and looked at him, “Come inside and I’ll get the makeup off your face before we talk.”

“Okay,” he agreed before getting out of the car to follow her inside.

After Summer removed his hastily drawn wolf’s nose, Cameron ducked out of the bathroom to allow her to the chance to remove her own makeup.  Sitting in the living room while she changed out of her costume, his eyes landed on a pile of Jamie’s toys.  A smile briefly touched his lips.  He had to do right by the little boy, no matter what his own urges were.

“You know, sometimes,” Summer sat on the sofa next to him, wearing a large cotton tee shirt and seemingly nothing else, “you think too much.”

His soft brown eyes went to her, “I was just thinking that whatever happens here, we have to do what’s best for your son.”

“Whoa, what?  We made out at a party and you’re thinking about my son?”

“I just… he’s a good kid.  He doesn’t deserve to get torn apart in whatever happens with u—”

Summer interrupted his speech by kissing him.

“What was that for?” he muttered softly as she pulled slightly away.

“That’s for being so amazing and wonderful not just as my best friend but as my son’s godfather,” she declared and kissed him again. “And that’s just because I like kissing you.”

He flushed, “Summer, what are we…?”

“We are best friends,” her lips brushed over his again, “who love each other more than either will admit.”

“Summer…”

“We are best friends,” she shifted closer, “who deserve more than they have given each other.”

His arms slipped around her and pulled her close, “Summer…”

“We are soul mates,” she declared softly, laying her head on his shoulder.

“What about Jimmy?”

Summer remained silent for a few ticks of the clock, “He is a non-issue when it comes to you and me, Cameron.”

“But you’re supposed to marry him…”

She snorted, “You and I both know that every day I am here that becomes less and less likely of ever happening.”

He closed his eyes, his fingers gently playing with her curls, “Do you love him?”

“I formed my life around him,” she began. “And he gave me a home and a beautiful baby boy.”

“But?”

“I feel more at home right now than I do when I’m with him,” she claimed.

“Well maybe you should talk him into moving to California then.”

“I mean when I’m with you, Cameron.”

He fell silent for a few minutes, “Summer?”

“Yeah?”

“At the party tonight… were you really going to…?”

She pivoted her face up towards his, “Suck you off?”

He shifted slightly, “Um, yeah.”

Smiling, she laid her head back on his shoulder, her fingers lazily drawing on his chest, “I would have, had we had the time.”

He inhaled sharply as her hand dropped into his lap.

“I still would if you wanted me to.”

“Summer…” he groaned.

Her eyes met his again, “But we’re not ready for that yet, are we?”

“I… I don’t think so,” he struggled to say.

She nodded, rubbing her cheek on his shoulder, “Will you stay tonight anyways?  Jamie is already asleep in his bed and I can’t ever sleep when I’m in that bed alone.”

“You mean stay in your bed with you?”

“Yeah, but we’ll keep our clothes on.”

“If… you want me to.”

Summer smiled and softly kissed him, “I do.  I really do.”

“Then I will.”

“Mmmm, it will be just like old times,” she commented. “I’ve missed sleeping with you.”

Ignoring the sexual innuendo opportunity in her statement, Cameron responded, “I’ve missed it too.”

“We should go to bed since we have school tomorrow,” she commented.

“Okay,” he agreed, but made no movements to get up from the sofa.

Summer remained snuggled against him on the sofa, “Happy Halloween, Cameron.  You are my treat this year, no tricks at all.”

He smiled and brushed her hair from her face and softly kissed her forehead, “Your presence is always a treat, Summer.  Happy Halloween.”